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My good friend GoldenVic asked.

What is a comfort zone?

A deep seated question meant at understanding the great commission.

Go therefore, He commanded.

A charge to the saints to leave their place of abode.

Make disciples of all Nations, He continued.

ALL Nations.
Not the surrounding neighborhoods and your own country,

Rather, aggressively engaged in the missionary movement the whole world.

ALL Nations,
Not only the people around you, your ethnic group or social class.

Rather,
breaking all social and ethnic barriers,
To minister the gospel to the lowest of all,
The farthest of them all,
And the poorest of them all.

He was in a place He was not supposed to be.

Leaving His glory on high,
Leaving all the apparel of Greatness and Wonders.

Donning a new apparel of pain, shame and limited strength.

All because of His love

That boundless love that propelled Him to calvary.
That love that stopped Him from unleashing Chaos upon the humans who willfully nailed Him, their messiah to the tree.

He bore it all.
And He was granted a name above all names at the end.
That at His name all knees shall bow and tongues confess that Jesus is the lord.

Now my answer to GoldenVic.

He called us to go to places we are not supposed to be.

So that we would reach those who the world deem "too far to be saved"

Touch lives, "too wicked to be changed"

Heal sicknesses and pain "too natural to be healed"

And season areas too far to be reached with the salt He inputted in us

Because the crowns that awaits at the journeys end, are not meant for all.

And His hands,
Are ready to lift only those who lift Him up in place they are NOT supposed to be,
But are where He called them TO GO.
#BASHORUN

Still he laid,
Smiling, knowing he would bring mankind a whole lot of joy.
His creator destined him to an applause filled life .
Created to find HIVs cure in the multitudes of failed human attempts.
Curled up, she laid.
Her tiny hands clasped together.
Lips making faint noises that flooded the mothers body with strength.
A little prayer warrior in the making.
Destined to end the vicious cycle of Stagnation in her family through prayers.
Raising his little feet, he kicked.
A pang of pain the mother felt.
*A troublesome one he will be*,
The mother thought within.
He smiled,
Knowing that with his footballing talent, he would put his mothers name in mouths across the world.
For they would call her womb blessed.
Clutched,
His little fist was.
Adorable facial features registering a firm look.
The time had come
God had answered the masses call for a saviour
And he was God's chosen Herald of hope to His people.
In their womb, they all laid
Then,
The instruments came.
The pills and the surgical tools of removal.
All meant to extinguish their weeks old existence.
The little ones fought back
With their little fingers,
Trying to push the instruments back from hurting them
Like a weaponless soldier tries to parry the thrust of a sword aimed at his heart.
*Mama, mama help me live*
Their voice shouted
*I have got something for the world*, they cried.
Alas!!
The world failed to care.
For they were concerned with more important things like deciding the most beautiful girl in the world.
As if God's fashioning hands stopped being perfect immediately after the girl was created.
The mother failed to listen.
Mama was more preoccupied with what people would say,
Still hurt by papa's denial of my existence,
She said she had the right to her body.
I guess she forgot I had the right to my own existence too.
The drugs won.
The surgeons tools conquered once again.
In their dying breadth,
The little ones asked
*Who are you to play God over my life?*
Beloved, abortion is not only an aberration against God but a crime against humanity for a life is always lost. If you are not ready to have kids, then stop trying to, for like murdered victims, the little ones cry out to their creator and woe betide thee when the Almighty unleashes His wrath upon the for the murder committed.
#BASHORUN

TEACH THE KIDS TO THINK

*I got the m-lf money*, they all sang in the class.

*You are just another bitch*, he said whilst engaging in a dispute with a friend.

*President Buhari is a criminal*

*Who never buy car, never make am*

All said behind the parents watchful eyes.

I wondered.
I asked.
Where did you learn such words?

'The Internet', one said

'The TV channel' another chipped in.

'Movieessss' the last kid shouted in a delightful voice

What do I do?

Write words telling parents to monitor their kids often?
Probably going to change nothing.

Write verses telling parents to start being better role models?
Probably going to do little good.

Then Ravi came with his words

Teach your kids how to think. He said.

Give them reading materials upon which to build sound minds to withstand the onslaught of media diversions and temptations.

Teach them to question everything.

Believing wholeheartedly in what the Bible says and not what you say.

For if they are to accept what you say as the absolute truth, what should stop them from not accepting what other adults term as total truths too?

Guide them, on their inquisition trips, with the bible as their road map

Gone are the days when books were more caccessible than the television.

Nevertheless, get books for them, inculcate the Zeal for reading in them by being a reader YOURSELF.

When you hear profanity and false teachings from their lips,
It profits not to flog them till they reveal their sources.

Rather, teach them to weigh the benefits of using or believing such things.

If the disadvantages outweigh the advantages, you will build a child who at her own private moments, weighs the consequences of each action she takes and ultimately ends up making choices the parents would be proud of.

So Beloved

Though the koboko may have helped shapened your generation,

The word of God backed with logical thinking, will shapen this generation.

For we now know, that the battlefield is in their minds
And the weapons to defend themselves lie in the knowledge of sound principles written in God's word and a objective conviction that indeed, God's words remain true.
#BASHORUN

Continuing part

PROLOGUE
LISA: (moaning Yes yes yes..)
(Dele stops after three minutes)

Bastard one minute man,
Your mates are firing for 2 hours straight satisfying their wives most sensual needs.
Yet, here you are, a weak pitiful excuse of a man.

DELE: Agreed,
I can't pass this one minute threshold.
you are the woman that knows which man can surpass the hour time limit,
Has sex turned into a job? That you expect me to keep at it as if I am going to receive a salary.
I dont blame you because you are just a hoe,
I knew you were one of those who was born with it when I came to your home and saw your mum in those old LovePeddler attires

LISA: Dele OLADEJO SAMSON,
Repeat that which you just said because I seem to have developed hearing difficulty

Dele: (edges closer to her ears)
I said your mother is a quality, dirty...

(Lisa takes the groundnut bottle, raises it and bashes it on Deles head)

LISA: (punctuating each word with a jab at his side, with the jagged ends of the broken bottle)
Keep talking about my mother like that and see if you do not become a living dead.

Dele: (shouting in obvious pain) Ye ye.
Oju mi oo, my eyes
(frantically dashing about trying to find a footing and his phone)
You will leave this house today Lisa,
You have carried your sacrifice across the crossroads.
Today, you will leave my house and not a second longer. Take your baggages back to your father's house.

'Agan jati jati'
'Beautiful Barren wicked witching woman'

Labels driving spears into her heart

A jewel of worth, they called her on her wedding day.

A queen to uphold my house, her husband said upon taking the marriage vows

'Omo dada' a virtuous woman, her mother in law called her.
Now 'korofo'a beautiful empty shell has become her nametag.

Looking to the heavens,
Hands clapsed over each other,

Tears streaming down, forming a thin line across her mascara

She ponders.

Am I?

A worthless empty shell only useful as an object of man's sexual gratification?

A woman doomed to walk this earth without a seed to lift me away from the pit of loneliness?

A woman cursed, never to multiply, never to command anything.

Just wiling away time until I die and even have no one to pour sands on my casket and give me a befitting sendforth.

Kaiii.

*Olorun o*
*You are wicked ooo*

Her heart speaks,

Bleeding from all insults hurled her way

Haemorrhaging from the bouts of deep seated disgust she sees on her husband's face when she wakes up in the morning.

*Panu e de* (Keep Quiet)

The still small voice speaks

Like Biblical Job, The creator asks the woman

WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION GOD

I formed you in your mother's womb.

I called you fruitful even before your parents named you

AGAN (Barren)?!!

A tag I do not even bequeath to the smallest Ant

Talkless of you, my likeness and apple of my eye

*Oya Gbera* (Stand up now)

Decree words of life to thy womb

Give thanks for the child of your womb is coming.

Though the gbegiri soup may tarry on the fireplace,
It's end product shall be much more nutritious and lasting that that quick Indomie that cooks fastest.

Eyin Agan, e ma ronu mo Nitori omo nbo
To all those barren, your time for fruitfulness is on the way.
#Bashorun

Chapter 6

AT THE CHURCH WITH THE PASTOR

SEGUN: Pasitor olusho aguntan help me ooo.
Na 13 years now I dey wey pikin never show o.
So so miscarriage na im my wife dey get.
I have tried everything, everything and of recent business no dey go well

PASTOR: You are welcome, let's pray...
God is faithful, (pauses)
Sir, I see a cloud of darkness and angels of death hovering at your abode.
Who have you wronged and when have you slighted them?

SEGUN: Pastor I never do anybody anything oo
I am very generous and recently I bought a transformer for my village people.
You know black people na, Anytime them see say you don dey shine, na chain dem go wan use draw you back.

PASTOR: Sir, the forces God revealed to me, are as a result of your handiwork and not witches.
The holy spirit tells me you have swindled people out of their wealth and because they cried to Him,
He has sent this drought and barreness to you.
Soon, the gongs of death will visit your abode.

SEGUN: Pastor, yes you are right oo.
Those days when I was a working boy, I do some parole online get money.
But I later go church and I answer alter call o. E
ven sef, I donated plenty money to God house so how you go come tell me say God still dey vex for me

PASTOR: Alas Young man, you forget that even when you give your life to Christ,
You are not exempted from the universal law of Sowing and harvest.
You planted seeds of curse and you will keep reaping them irrespective of your belief.
But God has prepared this a solution ground for you for your deliverance has come. Please kneel

(Pastor prays for him)
Sir, you must go and restitute for your past misdeeds.
Look for every way to seek forgiveness and pay back for therein your full deliverance lies

THREE YEARS LATER
At the church

On the alter, Segun stood
Mic in hand,

Bella by his side,

Taiye and kehinde, their adorable twins side running around the Bode, the church organist

He opens his mouth,

THANK YOU GOD FOR SAVING ME.

Beloved, not all you see is real. Patience is the best virtue and always remember that that which you sow, you will most definitely reap.
#BASHORUN

FOUR MONTHS LATER
In his home, Segun pacing around while on call with his friend Derele

SEGUN: Egbon o, I no know oo.
Thirteen years now, no child,
I don spend moni taya.
That iya olokun wey Tega carry me go see, na moni I just throway put for river oo.
Imagine, na only dollar olokun dey collect oo.
After everi everi, na one soap she give me make Bella dey use take dey baff.
Still no children

DERELE: Oboy, this kind thing eh, na church get am o.
Na God you go meet make e epp you o.

E get one Redeem church, one good tidings parish wey God dey pick the woman call faster than He take answer Adekunle Gold for that him pick up video.

SEGUN: No wahala bros.

Chapter 5
Thirteen years later
At the olokun shrine

Stepping down from the range rover sport, Segun hurries to open the door for Bella, his wife.

BELLA: Bae, am loving my look today, take a selfie with me before that priestess stains my attaire with her voodoo

*Selfie taken, they enter the groove*

IYA OLOKUN: Welcome oooo, my children.
Make una off una shoe for that corner abeg, olokun no dey like dirti.

Wetin bring una come

Bella: (in british accent) Good day ma'am,
I have experienced trauma of unimaginable proportions.
Four times now priestess
(tears welling)
four fucking times, I was at the crux of bringing an offspring to cement my husband's legacy. Four tries, four fails...
(becomes overwhemed by the tears)

(Turning to face the husband) iya olokun speaks

Iya Olokun: Omo o,
Abeg explain wetin your wife talk o.

Segun: Iya Na trouble oo.
Sunday dagboru wan wreck my marriage oo.
Wetin my wife dey tell you be say e don reach four times now wey belle go rise with pikin then like Argentina, when time to deliver go come, na so so blood go dey commot and the belle go fall again

Iya Olokun: Okay.
Well awon iya mi osorunga, apanimawagun, olokiki oru dey play ayo with your wife belle o.

Na so them go carry ten pieces put inside, go round then carry am commot again.

We go beg olokun make e help you
Oya make we go near the river

(Approaching the river, iya signals to the Segun).

Oya bring out money wey dey your hand. Begin spray on top water make olokun know say you dey serious

(Segun brings out loaded wallet containing numerous currencies, selects fifty 1000 naira notes, proceeds to the river.)

Iya olokun: E be like say you no readi o 'iwo omo yi'.
Eh eh... I talk am,
Say the winch for your village dey fan her bodi with your destiny.
Otherwise you no go wan give naira to olokun.
Oya Kia Kia bring out those dollars and spray them.

(Segun obeys)

Iya brings out soap, hands to Bella who feigns a sour look

IYA OLOKUN: Omode yi, gba o jere (thrusting the soap into her hands)

Make you use this soap take baff for 11 for midnight, then you and Segun go do kerewa for 30 minutes o.

(Looking at the Segun)

Wo, you must perform for that 30 minutes o or the soap no go work.

If you no dey perform like that before eh,
Go down the street, buy opa eyin, and agbo jedi wey you go use for morning,

Then before you go to bed ni ale,
take two igo stout and one alomo, you will testify before olokun in 3 month time.
Ire ooo.

Chapter 3
Five days later
At Elegushi Bar, Lagos

MATTEW: Oboy aye dun, life too sweet abeg.

SEGUN:
(ernestly narrating)
Dat oyinbo woman, Sophie abi wetin be her name, just dey tell me say na her life savings she wan send give me unto say she love me o
Come later say if i don settle my problem finish, make i send am the money back becos say na im she wan use take dey undergo her chemotherapy sessons
Oru e,
Story that touch the heart ni yen o. Se I know wetin be Chemotherapy abi I resemble opon ifa ni
(Chuckles)

Me sef contine to dey totori her brain say me love am plenty o

Na so the 5 million enter oo
I don sharp sharp land one Venza, as a sure boy na.
(Laughter erupts around)

(To the barman)
Egbon bar man five Ciroc, six don perignon and seven alomo.
Iyalaya anybodi, local ti take over

MATTEW: My guy I happy for you o. Na so we just double our hustle and like Orezi talk
Whether na don perignon or na dogorayo, shayo must shele tonight

SEGUN: (signals to five hopeful runs ladies nearby)

Come over baby


How far babes.
Make we go groove small for Club Rumors

Then make we go do confirm reggae blues for my room for ajah.
*Gesturing to his car*

LADY 1: Babyyyy we are ready to party.
But you will spend oo so we will be the Circe in your kingdom

SEGUN: Circe ke, I no know that one o. Anyway I go give una 100k if una do like good gehs o.

LADY 2: Bae, now you are talking.
(Whispering to his ear)
Woman don ever rape you cus I go play tire for you

SEGUN: (Swooning with pleasure)
Yekpaaa. . .
Wa fe ku la le yiiii ooo baby
Oya make we move


The ladies, His friends enter the car and they zoom off.

SEGUN'S POV
At the house with Tega and Mattew

SEGUN: O boy, you see that artiste latest song and video. See how many bottle of Moet the video get,
Imagine that boy wey never reach 25 years, dey shut down a full club. Kaii

MATTEW: My guy, one Andre na 30k for club oo.
And na like 6 I see for the video

TEGA: Olorun mi ooo, See that girl wey dey the video,

(Drawing a circle shape in the air with his two hands)

Big gbaka wey dey burst brain. That that kind babe dey make usher lose focus for church wen preaching dey go on

MATTEW: Na only that one you see?,
omoge Cinderella wey come dey him left side nko,
Mami water face, light skin lepa to bahd.
(Jumping up excited)
Alayee, I go get moneyyyy.


SEGUN: God punish poverty abeggiii .
E never reach two years wey this boy don dey sing, wey Baba God don pick im call

Patoraking no lie when he sing say Nobody wey no fit make am.

(Gesturing to Tega)

Alaye pass that laptop make I run this package for this maga.
Oya mattew give me that format wey that Iowa maga take send you 60k for last week

MATTEW: Sege, the level simple o. I give Sefiu 2k wey he take do one kain fake passport then I show that Iowa guy, come still send am one picture one the oyinbo with 6 naija pickin wey bone full Dia body

SEGUN: How you take get the picture

MATTEW: Na Photoshop tins o, God punish devil.
(Leaving)
Oboy we go jam for evening, one opeke don dey disturb me, make I go run im package small

THE NEXT DAY
*At the scene of video shoot*

Artiste approaches the director

ARTISTE: Oga miii, the boss of all bosses

DIRECTOR: O boy how far na, you wasted time o.
The car wash boy wey I give 3k tey borrow the car, talk say the owner go soon come carry him motor

Wey the bottles them

ARTISTE: (handing the director some bottles)
Bros abeg na supermarket get am o. Make you tell your gehs say no be Mr Patrick comedy I dey shoot here o wey they go pop any drink.

Walahi, if anybody pop anything, I go chuke the person die abeg

DIRRCTOR: Oya e don do, go pose for the motor make I video

ARTISTE: (Sitting on posh seats of vintage Escalande)

Fast cars, fast life, new car everyday, na oluwa dey bless me ooo

Cutttt. . . Director yells

DIRECTOR: (Gesturing to three models)
Oya make una near the guy dey shake waist. Don't pop anything oo.

(Three literal drop dead divas stand on each side of the Artiste with seductive allure)

ARTISTE: (Singing)

Waist 34, Face 24, perfect figure 8 ooo

Sey na so my teacher tell me say I no fit to make am ooo.

Now look, na three opeke dey wake me for morning o oh o

Becky, Sophia ati Nuelle from South Africa oo ohh oo

Thirty Belaires and Moet bottles na everyday popping oo ohh oo

F*ck close up, Na Ciroc I dey use dey wash teeth oo ohh ooo

These haters go just dey hate who oluwa don bless oo ohh oo

CUTTTT The Director yells

DIRECTOR: (To a group of guys standing nearby)
Oya make una wear those Okirika sharp sharp

(The crew of put on fake aba made Yeezus footwear and Pablo shirts)

ARTISTE: (Singing)

Se una no dey see my crew wey I de roll with everywhere oo ohh oo
Na Kanye send us him shirts straight from Yankee oo ohh oo

CUTTTT. . .Director yells

*Gesturing to the wrist watch seller giving him 2k*
DIRECTOR: Oya Aboki, share the wrist watch and the chains give everybody sharp sharp.

*Aboki, distributes the golden watches and chains, goes back and waits patiently for them to finish and give him back*

Artiste continues singing

STOP... Director yells
E don do for today. Thanks to everybody for playing their roles perfectly.

MODELS: (approaching Artiste)
Nice video shoot, Oya pay us our money make we commot for here

ARTISTE: Baby, hang around for like 20 minutes na abeg

MODEL 1: Sorry, but i have to meet up with my fiance

MODEL 2: Idiot, na your type I dey find, biko pay me I get where I dey go

MODEL 3: Alaye pay me my money before I break your head with this Andre bottle

ARTISTE: Abeg No touch that bottle o, bastard like you wan put me for trouble abi you no know say na borrow I borrow the bottles from mama Chinyere supermarket.

He pays them and they all leave

(Going over to the Director)
ARTISTE: My ogaa, Egbon thank you ooo. How much we don spend like this bros

DIRECTOR: Na 45k, but the guy wey go edit the video go collect 2k o

Total monies CLAIMED to have spent: 30 million naira

DIFFERENT STROKES : A TALE OF ILLUSION AND POVERTY

Artiste POV

At the studio,
Leaning forward to the mic, he sings

Come be my baby ooo
Asa nwa fine geh ooo
I get infinity moni for my account oo
Shut down Escape Club go ask ooo,
Twenty Ciroc for my table ooo,
Twenty models for my bed every morning oo
Na God dey bless me oo

The studio owner comes in, interrupting his verse

STUDIO OWNER: Oga Artiste, abeg, I no dey run charity for here, e remain 3k wey you go balance me for this beat wey I give you

ARTISTE: Oga chill na, I go give you, make I first drop this fire song wey don dey burn for my chest. You know say I go even remember you when better record label sign me o

STUDIO MANAGER: Alaye, no dey put me for 'is coming'. No be 'abeg I go use chop and no be 'abeg' I dey use buy fuel for generator.
Even sef, mama Chikhodi wey dey sell cloth, dey tell me say make you come give am the 3k wey you owe am o

(Incoming call on the Artiste phone)

ARTISTE: Hello
Who be dis?

'Na ur mama, idiot pikin'

Mama, okay

'Wey the 30k wey you carry for my purse eh, this boy. I tell you say na cooperative moni no be so'

Maale, I tell you say I go give you that money na. E get one business wey I quick use am run o. When they pay me eh, you sef go happy for me well well

'Come, OgheneTega, if that money no show for my purse before Tuesday, Eh, i go drag that trouser wey no dey gree stay your nyash then put dry pepper inside your anus. I don tell you now' (hangs up)

ARTISTE: Oga mi, I go give you the bar, abeg. Make I finish this song first.

*The studio owner agrees and lets him finish his song*

He brings out a pure water sachet and drinks to clear his patched throat while chatting on his phone with the video
Director

To one he gave 50k followers, averaging 12k likes per post,

To another he gave 4k followers, averaging 1k likes per post

The last he gave 15 followers, averaging 1 like

To them all he gave charge of fruitfulness

To all he apportioned rewards

To all he prepared a place of bliss

*The sin of pride* he cautions against,

For each fingers are not the same length,
But the tallest needs the little one to perform difficult tasks

*Inferior complex*, he warns against.

For God's Ways are not human.

And your value is not measured by the multitude of followers.

For multitudes will follow any find and anybody regardless of shape

*The act of becoming passive* he warns against.

For your worth is measured in your performance in the "OFF" season.

When no one watches,
He watches keenly.

Unnoticed by the world,
You may stand.
Working in the farthest corners of the church.

Yet you glow,
Emitting reviving fire that drives the church.

Beloved, never question the worth of your service to God. For all shall shine like the stars forever, because they turned the hearts of people to righteousness.
#BASHORUN

As the creator wants
*Failure* to be a stepping stone to a sweet savory victory.
Not a ready excuse to be used when the creator asks of our fruits of multiplication
*Delay*, as a medium of building patience and trust in Him despite surrounding negativity
Not an instrument to question His relevance and showcase our penchant for cutting corners
*Talents and riches*, to glorify His name by putting joy in the hearts of fellow creations
Not tools to showcase individual greatness and pride in the midst of abject poverty
*Marriage*, as a joint front for both husband and wife to achieve maximum fruitfulness in all fronts in the face of evil
Not a union of two self serving partners attracted by sex and a lustful illusion called love.
*Oxygen*, as a means of continued worship and fulfillment of His designated purpose
Not, a leverage to engage in all mannerisms of pleasure seeking adventures until the last breadth
*Death*, as a gateway to eternal bliss and crowning celebration for they who lived a purpose driven life
Not a sure reward for those who died, never accepting the redemption package of Jesus.
Beloved, Continually seek God's word for therein life's purpose is found and beneath the cross will we find our peace
‪#‎BASHORUN‬

They say our words paint an ideal world.

Their words,
Lashes, meaning to wake us to the real world.

Their motives,
Shield our words from wrecking their built up beliefs and world.

They say,
*You have never been hurt by anyone*

Told us to shut our mouths and don't say the word *forgiveness*

They forget,
That Forgiveness is for their personal good.

They say,
*You have not had job interview doors shut in your face*

Told us to stop echoing our belief of "no source of income, no wife"

They remain,
Blind to the knowledge that NO means Next opportunity.

They say,
*You don't know how important it is to keep your jobs in this unstable economy*

Told us to stop echoing the need to engage in God's house and vineyard.

They forget,
That their sustenance is that same God and He is the owner of the earth and all within it.

They say,
*You am too crazy in your belief in Holiness*

Told us to soften up our stance since we can never be God.

They forget,
That the roaring lion seeing only ONE slip,
Enters and sows tars to spoil our tender vines.

They say
*You am just another word penning Romeo emphatic on "one man, one jewel*

Told us that we have not yet seen the latest instagram model with eyes and hips.

So alluring and seductive, that makes one question the existence of love at first sight

And affirming existence of love at numerous sight.

They forget,
That true beauty is found in the heart because facial beauty withers with time

They shout it loud,
*WAKE UP*
*For the thoughts you paint are not real*

We look back at them and scream

*God thought of man before creating him and men built all these visible wonders in his mind first*

So yeah, we are idealists with the hope of changing the world one word at a time and with the offer of the cross at all times
We are #BASHORUN

GELE (THE RANT OF A LOVE STRUCK MAN)
The magic of a piece of fabric
Making the wearer Gallant
Like the Okin,
A beauty never tiring to behold.
Donning the Silifat headgear.
Her eyelids shutters,
My heart glitters,
My burden of loneliness shatters.
*Ebere nkem, Iverem shimayam, my Tiv goddess*
Face me with that Kojusoko.
Point the direction,
And I will follow you the rest of my life.
For my heart is Swooning with love,
And my head, bursting
With pride that you are mine.
*Come quick Adenike Olori mi and Oyinloko Akum, my Idoman wealth*
For your labalaba headgear has ended all my lallygagging (fooling around).
And your satellite headgear,
Setting me on the path of bliss.
*Put on those beads now Osarugue and Omotekoro, my Urhobo jewel*
A complement of your beauty,they are.
An evidence of your royalty, they portray.
A statement of intent, they speak
'I am bold and beautiful'
A giant and Noble race, they show forth.
AFRICA
‪#‎BASHORUN‬

The beginning of knowledge,
Knowledge of His intense hate for any appearance of sin.

Wholesome dread of displeasing Him,
For He is a consuming fire in the same way as a loving father.

The onset of wisdom,

Stagnant, when sin is continual and grace abused

Fruitful, when the kingdom of God and righteous is continually sought by believers

*Beru Olorun* Wisdom screams!!

Calling forth rigidity in principles from all believers.

Like a worthy soldier,
Stand your group in defence of your faith allowing no place for worldly affairs.

Like a watchman for a city,
Keep watch of the times, be on guard for our enemy, the devil, like the roaring lion, goes about seeking whom to devour

Like a worthy son,
Keep up the efforts of Soul winning.
For this is the heartbeat of God and a true son keeps the father heart, beating with joy.

Like a loyal follower
Keep your tongue from evil, and your lips from speaking deceit

Like a true born again
Do good, Seek peace and pursue it

Like one who truly fears God.
Diligently meditate on His word day and night

For it will be a lamp to your feet and light to your path.

Beloved, let us fear God in all our ways, let Him continually DIRECT our paths. Then we will witness why the wicked always comes to ruin and why the believer will always be triumphant
#BASHORUN

From the earliest days, there were stories that sneaked into the Bible as the Word of God. Along the line, though, people cut away at them, trying to work out what was written by the divine inspiration of God and what was written by a crazy person with a penchant for Jesus fan fiction. Some of these stories are completely insane, and if they had made it into the Bible, Christianity would be a very different religion today.

[/b]10 Baby Jesus Tames Dragons[b]

After the birth of Jesus, Herod sent men out to have the baby killed. But our Bible doesn’t go into much detail on how Jesus got away. We’re just told that Mary and Joseph hid out in Egypt for a while.That would have changed, though, if the Gospel of Pseudo-Matthew had made it in. According to this book, Mary and Joseph tried to hide in a cave, only to find that it was full of massive, fire-breathing dragons.That didn’t bother the one-month-old Baby Jesus, though. Jesus hopped down from his mother’s arms, walked over to the dragons, and stared them down until they “retired.” Then Infant Jesus turned to his terrified mother and said, “Do not consider me to be a little child.” Because, as it turns out, even Jesus wanted his mom to stop babying him.

[/b]9 Jesus Goes On A Killing Spree[b]

In the Infancy Gospel of Thomas, one-year-old Jesus goes on a killing spree. The book starts with Baby Jesus playing in a pool of water and turning clay into living birds. When another kid messes up his game by splashing the water with a stick, Jesus curses the boy to be “withered like a tree” and leaves him to die.Soon after, somebody bumps into Jesus. Since Jesus doesn’t take any nonsense, he declares, “Thou shalt not finish thy course!”—and the kid falls down dead.The town doesn’t really care for Jesus’s murder-happy habits, and they ask Joseph to discipline his child. He tries, but Jesus doesn’t apologize, promise to change his ways, or bring anybody back to life. Instead, he curses half the town with blindness.

[/b]8 The Serpent Was Just Trying To Help[b]

The Testimony of Truth retells the story of the Garden of Eden except that the serpent is not the Devil this time. He’s just a particularly clever animal, and God just calls him “Devil” because He’s angry.The big change, though, comes at the end of the story. It begins with ‘But what sort is this God?” and then starts calling God out on all the weird parts of the stories, from pretending not to know where Adam was to majorly overreacting over eating a fig. The book even says that God “has shown Himself to be a malicious grudger!” Even though it sounds like an antireligious book, it’s actually a Christian text with a uniquely complex view of God. Still, it’s easy to understand why this one isn’t in your Bible.


[/b]7 The Apostle John Talks To Bedbugs[b]

Another book called the Acts of John follows Jesus’s disciple on his own journeys. In this book, John is capable of performing miracles, but they’re less impressive than Jesus’s.For example, John lies down in a bed at an inn but can’t sleep because of all the bedbugs. Instead of filing a complaint with the manager, John tells the bugs, “Behave yourselves!” and makes them all leave the inn.In the morning, the bedbugs are patiently waiting outside the door for John to let them back in. “Since ye behaved yourselves,” John tells them like a weary father trying to set his child right, “come unto your place.”

[/b]6 Saint Peter Uses A Talking Dog As A Messenger[b]

The Acts of Peter tells the story of the disciple Peter—best known as the first Pope of the Catholic Church—who, apparently, spent most of his time fighting wizard battles.In particular, Peter pits himself against a man named Simon Magus, a sorcerer who upsets God. Peter comes to town to confront Simon in the weirdest confrontation ever.To prove he’s God’s servant, Peter gives a dog the power of speech and sends it to call out Simon. The dog does, but Simon is not impressed. He tells the dog, “Tell Peter that I am not within.” The greatest part of the story is that the dog calls him out on it. “Here is a dumb animal sent unto thee which hath received a human voice,” the dog tells him, before finally just asking him, “Art thou not ashamed?”

[/b]Peter Casts The First Stone At A Flying Wizard[b]

The battle between Peter and Simon gets crazier after the incident with the dog. Simon, wanting to prove that he is the true messenger of God, flies up into the sky and challenges Peter to do the same. It’s weird that Simon’s miracle works but even weirder that Peter can’t meet Simon’s challenge and fly up with him.Instead, Peter prays to God and asks Him to make Simon fall down and “break his legs in three places.” God does, and Simon comes crashing to the ground. But it’s the cold, clinically written ending that makes it truly strange:“Then every man cast stones at him and went away home and thenceforth believed Peter.”


[/b]4 Jesus Pulls Judas Aside And Tells Judas To Betray Him[b]

We know that the Biblical character Judas betrayed Jesus, but we don’t get much insight into why—except in The Gospel of Judas. In this Gnostic gospel, Judas isn’t some evil betrayer—he’s Jesus’s closest confidant.Jesus tries to tell the disciples about a great generation that is yet to come, but they can’t understand the idea. So Jesus pulls Judas aside and tells him because Judas is the only one who gets it.Jesus also tells Judas to betray Him and that it’s okay. He tells Judas that, compared to every other Christian, “You will exceed all of them.” Jesus also says that “[Judas’s] star has shone brightly” and that he has a place waiting for him in Heaven in exchange for his willingness to sell out Jesus and complete His destiny.

[/b]3 An Angel Saves A Prophet Just So He Can Die More Slowly[b]

The Apocalypse of Stephen tells the story of the first Christian martyr, who was crucified for telling people that Jesus would return on Judgment Day. It’s a relatively normal story of early Christian persecution except an angel keeps showing up just to drag out poor Stephen’s death.Stephen is sentenced to die by Saul, who has Stephen nailed to a cross. An angel swoops down from Heaven, heals Stephen, and throws away the cross, saving Stephen’s life. But it never occurs to the angel to get him out of there.Saul then has seven men pour molten lead into Stephen’s mouth and nail him up again. But the angel pulls him down once more. Finally, they just hurl rocks at Stephen until he dies.But it takes Stephen a full 10 hours to finally end his suffering. So all the angel’s work was pointless, and Stephen probably spent his last moments wishing they’d have just let him be crucified.

[/b]2 Hell Is Brutal [b]

In the Apocalypse of Peter, Peter is taken on a guided tour through the brutal torments of Hell. Murderers spend their time getting attacked by snakes and calling out, “O God, thy judgment is just!”—which isn’t unreasonable since they seem to be getting off pretty easily compared to everyone else.Women who have had abortions get it much worse. They spend their time drowning in a lake of the murderers’ blood while their unborn babies sit above them crying. And just for good measure, their eyes are repeatedly set on fire.Rich people who don’t donate to charity have to roll on red-hot rocks sharper than swords. High-interest lenders sit in a pitch full of blood. And homosexuals are repeatedly taken to the top of a cliff and thrown down for all of eternity.

[/b]1 Jesus Denies Being The Son Of God[b]

In the Gospel of Barnabas, Jesus is just a prophet who can’t stand being called the Son of God. He even yells at his disciples, “Cursed be everyone who shall insert into my sayings that I am the Son of God!”—and every one of the disciples falls down as if dead.When he asks Peter who he is, Peter responds, “Thou art Christ, Son of God.” This makes Jesus so furious that he calls Peter “the Devil” and threaten the disciples by saying, “I have won from God a great curse against those who believe this!”The Gospel of Barnabas never made it into the Bible and has been rejected outright by Christians. But in some Muslim communities where Jesus is viewed as just a man, it’s been call

*THE FOOLISH FIVE*

A sorry and pitiful crew,
Weary they grew,
Needless tantrums they threw.
Foxes that spoil the vine, they failed to slew.

Foolish were their names.
For the devil came,
Exchanging their gems with shame,
And rendered their limbs lame.

The bridegroom approached.
The five foolish virgins, he reproached.
For their gems, the devil poached,
And the train to damnation, the foolish virgins rode coach (second class seats)

May we never be like the five foolish virgins in Jesus name


*THE WISE FIVE*

A joyful crew they were.
The master's commission they joyfully asked, WHERE?
The messages of repentance, they share
The affairs of the house of God, they care

Wise, were they called,
The sight of sin they appalled.
Against the darts of temptations, their hearts walled.
In planted roots of pride, their humility culled.

Like a watchman on a tower, they watch
The bridegroom calls them His true Church
A living epistle of Christ, their lives sketch
And on the pillars of New Jerusalem, their names are etch

May we be like the five wise virgins in Jesus name
#BASHORUN

That tiny 'insignificant' sex act

Short in action,
Pleasurable in the present,
Yet a harbinger of blackmail, heartbreak and marital problems to the future.

That 'short' sentence spoken without restraints

Minimal in lexical numeric terms,
Seems harmless in the present,
Taken root in the mind,
Thus preparing a whole lot of problems in the future.

That 'little lie' spoken to avoid the present woes

Oh how little
Yet it grows,

Like the onion,
Layer by layer.

Like the cold war,
Stockpiling mass destruction for the future.

That unchecked secret habit.
Not dubbed a sin by some circles.
Thus enjoyed without restraints and seeking for help.
Preparing a pathway to obsession
And it's attendant horde of demons

The dark shadowy history box is its name

For it conceals those 'discarded actions' we think are long buried

Oh no no no.

Like a genies lamp,
it follows us

Lurking in the shadows

Waiting for the perfect moment to appear in our future

Waiting to be opened by our future partners and business contacts

Waiting to unveil that 'dark patch of our lives'

Just waiting to mess us up.

I weep,
For my box is not empty
And my dark patch not clean

Yet I run to Jesus,
Tears in mi eyes,
Praying His grace buries that box permanently and make my path straight.

He will Heed my prayers,
For even though that box will show up later,
It's devastating effects would have been nullified by the saving power of grace

Beloved, every action of us has a rebounding effect on the futureso let's endavour to watch our every action. #BASHORUN

Grinding Monday to Friday, Works from Friday to Sunday

A woman like no other
Never depending on her prince's income

A forward thinking woman
Too smart to crave material things
Rather, she is driven by a great future for her family.

Strong in will
Never content with a side role,
Rather fighting to break through gender barriers in her race to the top.

Purpose driven,
Realizing the million lives meant to be bettered in her lifetime

She strives daily
Stacking monies, learning crafts,
Meant to fulfill the creator's command of being fruitful.

A woman after a man's heart
Never losing her sense of responsibility
And never allowing seeds of pride germinate.

A virtuous woman
Blessed is her name given by her children and husband
For strength and honor is her name
Proverbs 31: 19-31
#BASHORUN

*He picks up his phone texting*

Wuraola mi, Mi fuse, my muse and cruise away from the island of bruise.

The tranquil refreshing water to my soul.

My Amazon, masterminding the defeat of loneliness and its accompanying minions.

*Switching to his glo, he hollers at his historian other girlfriend*

Chinasa nkem. Asa nwa. My world, my sword breaking the cord of loneliness.

My Helen, of whom I will destroy any Trojan stronghold to reclaim.

My Jerusalem, in whom I will gladly lead a crusade, fighting all desert conditions and infidels to gain.

My place of refuge, in whom i, like a worthy Afonja Aare ona kakanfo, will invade any Ilorin to occupy.

*Now inputting the Airtel sim, he texts the third girlfriend, a doctor*

Uduak Imaami,
My doc, my rock, docking my ship in the shores of luck.

The surgeon, who has stolen my heart for her keep.
With a stethoscope to my chest, you know my heart and provides my heart needs.

*Egbon.. Hoolll up, hooolll up*
Bashorun has a word for you.

Wuraola, Chinasa, Uduak,
Make a choice bros.

Enthrone her as your queen.
Treasure her as a ruby.
For she is a priceless jewel of inestimable worth.

Bear her burden with Patience,
For therein, you will unravel a love like never before.

Spend time and resources on her alone
For you will unearthen a gem like never before
A gem who will support you in all fronts.

Like the igbo man,
Spend on her appearance and intellect.
And she will transform into your dream lady.

Beauty to be beheld,
And a sounding fount of knowledge to be heard.

Like the Yoruba man,
Embellish her with love
Love, crafted in words and perfected in action.

Never raise your hands to hurt her.
For that hand withers/rot,
You do yourself a great harm and open the gates to the wrecker of homes

Beloved, one jewel for one man, one promised land (Israel) for every Jew, one path to life (Jesus) for every one and ONE rib (woman) to complete every man. Be faithful.
#BASHORUN

I see your signs,

Greenlights meant to propel a claiming reaction from me

To charge in as a knight in a shiny armor and claim his damsel

To put a ring on it and a Bella Naija worthy wedding all to seal your worth amongst social circles.

To dive low like an eagle to save you from these vociferous males around, taking you to the heavens above to the abode of bliss.

To chase you while you play the waiting game, taunting me while giggling amongst your friends, telling them I am the one.

To tender my shoulder for your tears,
My children for your cares
And my home for your lair.

I indeed see you my dear.
But tarry a bit for me. asake mi.

A little bit while I get my hustle together and my home in order.

While God builds me into your dream knight,

Armored with Patience,
To bear all your baggages and sure tantrums.

Armored with self control,
Greatly needed to focus and make you my number one priority in a world laden with gross temptations.

Armored with courage,
Meant to keep our home together when all is falling apart.

Armored with the Holy Spirit,
The builder of true men who continually commit the family to God's hands.

So my dearest nwanyi oma
Biko wait for me, stand by me

For I am still a work in progress
But when I will make you mine
You will understand why God's time is always the best.

Beloved, do not be in a rush for marriage or relationships, Build yourself first and be built by God. Only then will true fulfiment come.
#BASHORUN

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So which is yours

Where can I download the full tracks from 1 to 33

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Heaven hath need for saints
Men ready to forgo the desires of the flesh and disentangle themselves from worldly affairs
Heaven hath need for you beloved
Women ready to totally submit to the will of the master and build homes that are living epistles for the gospel
The ancient words lay there, ever true and ever sure.
The meek saviour becons to all the world to be freed from the strains and whiles of the evil one
The little hand of the clock races on, ticking it's way towards the eternal call of the Saints
The long hand lazily moves, hourly indicating the renewed efforts of the doomed Lord desperately devouring all within his reach
Arise beloved soldiers of Christ. The harvest lay plentiful ready for picking
Arise ye called ones from your slumber in your comfort zones, pick up your harvesting tools and use them for the master
The slumbering editor, Awake and pick up thy pen and write your way into winning souls for the kingdom
The lazy songstress, Awake and put that wonderful voice into calling the unbelieving into the kingdom of light
The ceaseless praying giant taking a quick nap, Awake and stand watch for the master
Awake o ye soldiers of Christ.
#Bashorun

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While Wizkid recently announced his desire to jump on a duet with
Nigerian sensation, Asa, Davido has disclosed that he will not be
entertaining any duet from any artistes, at least for now.
According to the singer’s manager, Kamal Adeboye, the ‘Omo Baba
Olowo’ crooner is on the course of producing his second album and
will not want to be distracted.
Kamal told Tribune that his artiste has been bugged with all kinds of
requests, seeking duets with the young singer, but that all had to be
rejected.
He said, "The truth is that it does not take much to feature Davido on
any song, but he’s seriously working on his album and he has made
every member of the team to understand why he won’t be welcoming
any collaboration for now.”
Davido is expected to drop his album in July 2015 and the HKN Gang
music label is putting finishing touches to the work. Davido is said to
want all awareness focused on the release.
“We are looking at July for the album launch. You know Davido likes
to have his thing in a proper shape, so he wants everybody to be
ready and fully expectant of his new album," he said.
http://www.topgistng.com/2015/02/davido-stops-music-collaboration-to.html?m=1

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